"You'd think I'd poison you? No, I'd lop your pretty little head off." [i]Dúsh laughed a little, swigging down the contents of the bottle almost immediately. He would wipe off the drink's residue upon his lips, dropping the flask to the ground.[/i] "Jeez. I'm not above poisonin', but.. jeez. So ya killed this lot for survival? ...Seems like a pretty helpless, dead lot."